Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
X-101,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.